Sometimes it seems that the universe (or fate or some other ethereal force) is against me. Hard days compounded by bad luck seem to suggest that I’m doing it wrong: I have chosen poorly. I suspect It’s meant to serve as a gentle nudge in the right direction. I have been ignoring the nudging. It has turned to body blows, but still I am dumb to its advice. It has come to the point that it always does: No one to blame but myself. So now the days grow more numb, or I numb to them, and I listen for for the voice, the informed nudge of fate, and all that is left is the dull static of the background of life. Fate has moved on a left me to my idiocy.
I don’t know how I fit with people. I find it strange to know that people know me. How do I handle this? To be seen, and known does it mean they possess me too? I am made uncomfortable in this “being known”. It carries over to my family too, my wife as well. They know me, but what do they know and would I want to know what it is that they think they know about me? Probably best not to know, ya’ know?